L2. The Interview with Virgil Blue

Jay opened the door and froze the moment he saw Virgil Blue’s silver mask staring back.

Virgil Blue sat cross-legged on top of a table. Jay found his legs pulling him to Blue’s vacant wheelchair. He sat in it and stared at the Virgil’s mask for a while, unable to do anything else. His thoughts wandered the embossed, buggy eyes. 

Jay knew he hadn’t strength to take a proper photo. Without looking from the mask for an instant, he willed himself to put his notepad on his thigh and prepare his pen. His wrist locked in writing position. Unable to break eye-contact with the mask, he hoped his blind scribbles were legible later.

“I’ve lucked into an interview with Virgil Blue,” Jay wrote. “Their stare transfixes me. I sense messages from past millennia behind the mask. Even if this teacher of teachers says nothing, I am honored to share space with them.”

Jay couldn’t turn the notepad to continue. Instead he watched the mask. He could’ve watched the mask for hours.

Jay saw his reflection in the silver eyes. The perception of depth reminded him to focus his vision and operate his facial muscles. He allowed his gaze to stray from the mask. The Virgil’s robes were navy and thicker than bed-sheets. The Virgil’s sleeves were tucked to hide their hands. The Virgil’s knees were so thin they made Blue seem like a crumbling cathedral.

Jay found enough control of his hands to turn his notepad and continue writing. “Virgil Blue’s commanding aura cannot be overstated. I wish I could coax even one word from the mask, to return home with a quote.”

He gathered courage to speak. “Hello, Virgil Blue. My name is Jay. We’ve met before. May I ask a few questions?”

Virgil Blue did not respond.

Jay recalled Jango Skyy’s lesson about asking three times. “May I ask a few questions?”

Virgil Blue did not respond.

“May I ask a few questions?”

Virgil Blue did not respond. Jay sighed and continued writing. “It seems I must leave without a quote.”

Jay wiggled his toes. He hadn’t couldn’t yet stand under the indomitable presence. 

On a whim he wrote “”, an empty quote to convey the Virgil’s wordless message.

“Drop the pen.”

Jay dropped the pen. His empty quote had erased irself. Virgil Blue sat forward imperceptibly.

“Close it.”

Jay closed his notepad.

“Chase truth in your own navel, not mine.”

“I don’t want the truth,” said Jay. 

“Good. Shut up.”

He did.

“And stop listening, too.”

He did.

“My body was born centuries ago, but my story is older. I heard it from the previous Virgil Blue, who heard it from the previous Virgil Blue, who heard it from the previous Virgil Blue, all the way back to the dawn of history. My story concerns the first man, Nemo, after the Biggest Bird declared him Virgil Blue.

“The Biggest Bird made Nemo immortal to guide Sheridan for all time, but his students noticed, over centuries, that Nemo’s declining disposition. While he remained invincibly fit, his mind deteriorated daily.

“Nemo’s last students struggled with his peculiar discipline. Nemo reacted violently when his students answered questions incorrectly—or correctly. He demanded students sit nude with him outdoors on winter nights so frozen fog covered them in frost.

“When students complained of frostbite, Nemo ate the afflicted fingers and toes. He acquired a taste for flesh, and his final lesson was a display of depravity: Nemo chased his congregation through the snow pouncing on his slowest students and biting off their fingers at the knuckle, ranting and raving.

“It was decided Nemo should retire, and with startling lucidity, Nemo agreed. To pass the title Nemo invented a ceremony in which a bird’s egg, with sacred seed inside, was smashed on the new Virgil’s forehead. He passed the title Virgil Blue to his only student with ten fingers and toes. Then Nemo climbed above the clouds, never to returned.

“The new Virgil Blue returned Sheridan to non-cannibalistic orthodoxy. They served several hundred years, and anointed subordinate Virgils to stabilize their retirement from the rank of Blue.”

The room was quiet for a while.

“One day, Nemo appeared in Virgil Blue’s dreams. In these dreams Nemo ate the Blue Virgil’s fingers and toes. In subsequent dreams, when Virgil Blue ran out of digits, Nemo chewed other extremities. After excruciating years the Virgil’s dream-body was totally devoured. Virgil Blue knew their time had come, and they passed the title. They retired above the clouds after their old master. Since then, every Virgil Blue has passed their title after Nemo cannibalized them in the dream-theater. Every Virgil Blue climbs to the cloudy peak.

“Some dare to trespass on that sacred peak, and such trespassers, like Nemo and the Blue Virgils, never return. Beyond that, everything these trespassers own is ruined. Their property burns. Their children die. Their spouses throw themselves in the sea. This is why the peak fits as final resting place for the Blue Virgils: they call nothing their own. As Nemo breaks my bones in his teeth each night, I understand the asceticism he imposes. There is nothing which is mine, neither physically, mentally, or spiritually. When he finishes gnawing my skullcap, I will lose nothing in climbing above the clouds.”

The room was quiet for a while.

“Jango Skyy is a masterful Virgil. For his sake, I am the last Blue. Time ends with me. I am Nemo’s last student, and his last victim.”

Jay did not move or speak for half an hour. He bowed his head, picked up his notepad and pen, and left without a word.

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